Chapter Four

Sox and Some Sandwiches

Now where would Glenda find the Prime Minister? ‘First port of call is the Coop of Commons that is where all MP’s go’ decided Glenda. She was just about to fly off when she heard a voice say. ‘You are a lucky chicken.’

'BAAAAH' she screamed as she turned to see a very large fox. She coward and covered her face with a wing waiting for the inevitable but nothing happened. Then to her surprise the fox just grinned at her. ‘Don’t be scared, you are in the city now; we foxes don’t eat chickens anymore. We’re far more civilized. Anyway there’s so much food in the city, those silly humans waste so much there is enough to go round.’

Glenda looked at the fox, his eyes seemed to be warm, and his smile infectious, Glenda started to smile back. ‘The name’s Brendan what’s yours?”

Introductions were made and soon Glenda was on her way with Brendan the fox and his wife, Brenda to see the Prime Minister’s cat ‘Sox.’

'Sox will get you an appointment I am sure.’ barked Brendan.

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